Carl and the fat man entered the room.

Seeing this, Bastin pulled his daughter into a corner. They were obviously not used to the noble atmosphere here, and their rustic appearance did not match the temperament of the place.

"Another one who comes to ask for a title?"

As the two were waiting, a lazy voice came from the next room: "It's useless!"

"That fat guy is just a greedy echidna. His desires will never be satisfied. If you want to get the title from him, you have to peel off every last layer of skin from him."

"Ah!" Rita said subconsciously: "Won't Grandpa Karl be disappointed?"

"Hey!" The man next door chuckled, "You don't have to be here to re-register as a noble. Maybe it won't be so troublesome if you go somewhere else."

"Don't mention re-registration..."

"In the past few decades, I don't know how many nobles have died in obscure circumstances, or even been impersonated. Even the sale of titles and territories happens from time to time. What does this really count for?"

Rita was stunned.

In her impression, all noble lords with titles came from prominent families and had passed down the family for many generations. The message revealed in the words of the man next door undoubtedly broke her inherent impression.

Can titles and nobility be bought and sold?

"That……"

"Shh!"

Just when Rita was about to ask again, Bastin gently pulled her sleeve and shook his head:

"Don't talk nonsense. Don't even look at where you are. Just wait for Baron Karl to come out."

As an adult, he has seen all kinds of dark sides, and certainly does not think that nobility represents noble character.

In fact, the opposite is true.

And the person next door would not remind them for no reason. It is very likely that he has a grudge against the fat man.

So I wanted to remind Carl through them not to waste time on that fat guy, as it would not be worth it.

"squeak……"

Just as the two were thinking about this, the door inside opened and Carl, dressed in elegant clothes, walked out slowly.

He nodded gently towards the two of them, smiled faintly and said, "Let's go!"

"Grandpa Carl." Rita came over quickly:

"Your title..."

"Rita." Bastin snorted coldly:

"Let's talk about it after we get out."

"...Yes." Rita curled her lips, and only smiled again after Carl rubbed his head.

The three of them left the House of Nobles and got back on the carriage.

"Baron Karl."

Bastin then said:

"Someone just reminded us that the fat man is a greedy echidna. Don't trust him."

"Yeah." Carl took off his hat, put down his cane, slowly stretched his muscles, and nodded: "You're right, that fat guy is indeed very greedy."

"Ah!" Rita said with regret, "Doesn't that mean there's no way to regain Grandpa Carl's title?"

“That’s not the case.” Karl smiled and shook his head, while reaching out and taking out a thin booklet from his arms:

"I have taken back what belonged to our family, and I have been promoted to earl now."

"ah!"

"What?"

They were both stunned at the same time.

“Heh…” Carl chuckled, “At my age, I can’t help but know some people from the Noble Council. I won’t let a junior block my way.”

"Yes." After being surprised, Bastin became more reserved: "Karl... the Count is obviously not an ordinary person."

These words came from his heart.

Ever since he met Carl, Bastin was certain that the other party was not an ordinary person. How could an ordinary person remain calm so close to the battlefield, and even keep his clothes clean and tidy?

Think about it carefully.

Although they had not been on this journey for long and had not encountered many things, Carl's demeanor remained unchanged. It seemed that no matter what happened, he had enough confidence to solve it.

"Wow!"

Rita didn't think as much as he thought, and said in surprise:

"So...Grandpa Karl is now a count?"

"Um."

Carl nodded:

"But I can only be promoted to earl. It is too troublesome to go any higher, and I can't get through to the Vatican."

This is of course a wizard's method.

A little witchcraft can make the fat man do his job obediently and give up his military merits.

Even afterwards, they won't notice anything unusual and won't actively find excuses for what they did today.

It's getting late.

The two men took Carl to the best hotel nearby and agreed to meet there early the next morning.

* * * "As expected, we can't just cast spells casually. Even if it's a simple witchcraft, that thing will react."

Karl's body sank into the soft blanket, and he reached out and gently stroked his chest:

"As long as it gets the chance, it will take action. It seems that taking my life is bound to it."

"but……"

“There are benefits too!”

Carl smiled as he thought of something.

"The owner of this thing is not here. As long as I can suppress it, I can refine it into my own means."

"Soul Centipede!"

"A third-order peak structure, once it pierces the body, even a demigod will feel pain for a long time. It can definitely be used as a killer in another world."

"Go to sleep!"

One cannot stay in the fragments of the divine domain for a long time, otherwise one's emotions will be gradually wiped out, so Carl usually does not stay there except for practicing.

not to mention.

He had forgotten what it felt like to stay in a hotel last time.

Early in the morning, service staff brought soft bread, sweet jam and various foods.

And accompanied by three latest newspapers.

“Clatter…”

Carl held a cup full of milk in one hand and unfolded a newspaper with the other, reading the news.

The Clone Empire held its latest training academy competition, during which various new research insights emerged.

Are there primitive computers? Gondor also has its own artillery and tanks, and there are rumors that angels appeared on the battlefield.

…

"interesting."

Carl smiled and said, "These three newspapers have different comments on the same thing. It seems that the supporters behind them are also different."

"However, we all support technological creations equally. However, as long as the gods are around, technology will definitely be suppressed."

For the gods, people are their tools to harvest faith, but technology conflicts with faith.

Now is a time of war. In order to win, we can develop technology appropriately, but we cannot hinder the gods' harvest.

"Newspapers, factories, pollution..."

"The most important thing is still war!"

Putting down the newspaper, Karl packed up his things and walked downstairs slowly. At this time, Bastin and his daughter were already waiting at the door of the hotel.

"What's wrong?"

Glancing at the two of them, Karl asked, "What happened?"

"Grandpa Carl." Rita curled her lips and burst into tears:

"Our things were taken away by our aunts. They broke their promises and stole our money."

Bastin didn't say anything, but his body kept shaking, his eyes full of anger and fear.

How could he not be angry when most of his life's wealth was taken away?

But thinking about the future...

Endless fear came.

His health was not very good and he often needed to take medicine. He could not do many things due to lack of money and medication, and Rita was still too young to take care of herself.

"so……"

Karl looked thoughtful and said:

"I plan to buy a manor in the capital to retire. If you don't have anywhere else to go, why don't you work for me first?"

(End of this chapter)